“I've forgotten most of what I've read and, frankly, it never seemed very important to me or to the world.”

“She taught me what's important, and what isn't. And I've never forgotten. And that's what mothers do, I say.”

“Writing from memory like this, I often feel a pang of dread. What if I've forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?”

“i'm in a muddle about a lot of things -- i've just discovered that i've a mind, and i'm starting to read""read what?""everything. i have to pick and choose, of course, but mostly things that make me think.”

“You don't scare me, Cadence Jones. I've lived with crazy, I've ridden with crazy, I've vacationed with crazy, I've visited crazy in various hospitals, I've sat in on therapy sessions with crazy. Frankly, I think women who don't have major emotional disorders are really very dull.”

“A couple of months ago, I became depressed by the realization that I'd forgotten pretty much everything I've ever read. I have, however, bounced back: I am now cheered by the realization that if I've forgotten everything I've ever read then I can read some of my favorite books again as if for the first time.”